Page 347 - Fourth Wing

the most powerful rider in our generation for now.”

“What—”
Three knocks have both of us looking toward her door.

“Rhi?” Liam asks, panic evident in his voice. “Is Sorrengail in there with

you? Because—”
Rhiannon opens the door, and Liam stumbles inside, catching his balance

before his gaze sweeps the room, finding mine.

“There you are! I went to the bathroom, and you disappeared!”
“No one’s trying to assassinate her in my room, Mairi.” Rhiannon rolls

her eyes. “You don’t have to be with her every second of every fucking day.

Now give us five minutes and then we’ll start walking to class.” She pushes
at his chest and he retreats, his mouth opening and shutting like he’s trying

to think of an argument but can’t as she forces him out the door and shuts it
in his face.

“He’s…” I sigh. “Dedicated.”

“That’s one word for it,” she mutters. “You’d think that guy owes Riorson
his life or something, the way he sticks to you like glue.”

He’s pretty much told me that he does, but I keep that confidence to
myself. Between Xaden’s meetings, stopping time, and Andarna’s age, I’m

starting to keep too many secrets.

“Oh!” Her eyes light up, and she sits on the edge of the bed next to me.
“Something happened with me last night, too.”

“Yeah?” I pivot to face her. “Do go on.”

“All right.” She takes a deep breath. “I’ve only done it three times. Twice
last night and once this morning, so be patient for a second.”

“Of course.” I nod.

“Watch the book on my desk.”
“Got it.” My gaze locks on the history textbook on the left-hand side of

the desk. A minute passes, but I don’t look away.
Then the thing vanishes.